Ginny leaned her chin on the table and stretched her arms out in front of her. She knew how Neville felt - useless. They were sitting here in Hogwarts, entirely unable to help, while Harry was out there doing whatever he could. Neville didn't know that Hermione and Ron were with Harry, so perhaps he felt worse. Ginny, at least, knew Harry wasn't alone, and though she trusted Neville, she didn't trust the castle to keep their secrets.
"I suppose he would," Ginny said, her nails scratching at a mark on the table, "If I was seventeen..."
She let the sentence trail off, speaking for itself. "How's your Nan?"